The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high windows of the Ministry of Atmospheric Regulation, turning the glass into a mirror that reflected not the faces of the staff but the weary, hollowed-out architecture of their own souls. Margaret Holloway stood before the central console, her fingers hovering over the haptic interface, feeling the subtle...

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